In the early morning and autumn, the warm sunshine pours into the luxurious room, and there are people on the spacious and comfortable bed who continue to dream of the Spring and Autumn Period. For him who is still in contact with the daughter of the Duke of Zhou, there is only one person who dares to quarrel with him now-killing without forgiveness!
"No way, it's time to get up, breakfast is ready! Otherwise, mom will talk about you again, and everyone is waiting for you! " A clever and sweet voice sounded at the bedside, and it would be a great enjoyment of life if such a sound of nature could call her husband.
The guy in the bed obviously still lingers on the residual warmth brought by that night, turns over and continues to sleep quietly. He huddles up like a big shrimp, of course, a shrimp who likes to sleep late.
"No way, really want to get up!" Seeing that there was still no movement, the girl had to say with deep shame, "As long as you get up, whatever you want Snow Mark to do, Snow Mark will agree." No way ~ get up, ok? "
On hearing this exciting hint, Ye Wudao, a pervert, turned over and put her arms around the girl, sniffed a few mouthfuls between her long hair with her nose, and said with a intoxicated face, "How delicious! In a dream of red mansions, Jia Baoyu has a scent of flowers, and I have a scent of "snow marks" in Ye Wudao, not worse than him, gnome male-"...
The little girl who was hugged was obsessed with snuggling in Ye Wudao's arms, quietly enjoying the peace. For her who is far away from the outside world, everything that Ye Wudao gave him is everything to her.
From the moment I saw Ye Wudao at the door of Yejia, Ye Wudao was overbearing and took himself for himself. He had no choice and didn't want to have other choices. In that year, Ye Wudao was seven years old and Murong Xuehen was seven years old, because they were born on the same day in the same year.
As long as there is a trace of fantasy and longing for love, who dares to deny that past lives are playmates beside Sansheng Stone?
Murong Xuehen's grandfather, Murong Qingfeng, and Ye Zhengling are close friends. They fought for decades and were closer than their own brothers. Although Murong Qingfeng is not as beautiful as Ye Zhengling, its industry is by no means comparable to that of ordinary enterprises. It's just that Murong Qingfeng's only son was killed in a car accident and he fell ill under the blow of having to send white-haired people to black-haired people. From then on, he never got better. On his deathbed, he delivered his surviving granddaughter Murong Xuehen to Ye Zhengling, and Murong Xuehen will naturally be an adult at the age of 18.
Murong Xuehen, who is only fifteen years old, can already see that she must be a stunning beauty when she grows up. Her delicate face, pink and jade-like skin, crisp and beautiful voice and well-developed figure are definitely a complete beauty embryo! Moreover, her musical attainments can only be described as genius. At the age of eleven, she played her own music in metropolitan opera, one of the four major opera houses in the world, and was unanimously regarded as the "female Mozart" in the 21st century.
More importantly, after the influence of culture, art and music and strict family education, Murong Xuehen at an early age is gentle as water, and is recognized by Ye Yang as the wife of the little emperor Ye Wudao in the future. Ye Zhengling really hurts her to the heart. Whoever dares to bully this future granddaughter-in-law, he will spare that guy, even Ye Wudao!
Murong Xuehen, who gave her virginity when she was thirteen years old, made Ye Wudao, a long-coveted sex maniac, a real man. Afterwards, she looked at the bright blood on the bed like a charming rose at night. She didn't regret it at all, but whispered Ye Wudao's name with tears in her eyes.
Ye Wudao will Murong Xuehen on the bed, bowed their heads and stared at his first woman, looking at that let a person can't help but want to bite the white face, big color heart, with Murong Xuehen's soft lips, savoring the delicious that only he knows, his hands are unwilling to slide on her.
Murong Xuehen, who had already delivered her whole heart to Ye Wudao, took the initiative to stick her petite body to Ye Wudao, who didn't know whether it was a boy or a man. Although she knew it was not good, she couldn't resist Ye Wudao's teasing. Hands tightly hug Ye Wudao, cherry mouth if if no moan.
After lingering for a long time in Murong Xuehen's small but tender chest, I finally satisfied my desire temporarily. Ye Wudao loosened his hand and sat on the bed again. He said to Murong Xuehen, who was disheveled and had a spring face, "Mom is waiting for us. When the time comes, she just said that I am not alone. How can I know that someone is seducing me!"
Murong Xuehen tidied up his clothes, gave Ye Wudao a charming white look, and said, "Who told you not to get up? You also said people seduced you! Never mind you, heartless villain, Ye Wudao! "
Murong Xuehen's charming and heart-pounding side will not be displayed in front of others. In others' eyes, she will only be a gentle lady who plays the piano in the picture of a lady in the south of the Yangtze River. Only in front of Ye Wudao will she show her unknown strange charm.
It's like a natural obsequiousness in many novels.
Ye Wudao pinched Murong Xuehen's little nose and smiled: "Ignore my husband and I, who will you care about?"! I will eat you for breakfast if I don't listen! "
Two people went downstairs to have breakfast, during which Yang Ningbing's routine "lesson" was inevitable: "No way, I told you a day is in the morning, getting up early for a morning run or reading English is very good for you. Look at people's snow marks, you have to practice the piano an hour earlier every day without complaining, and you still shout that you get up too early!"
Ye Wudao bowed his head and muttered, "Sleeping in the morning is twice as much as dusk. What a pity to waste it!"
Murong Xuehen around him fought back a smile, pressed Ye Wudao's paw of An Lushan, who stroked his thigh, under the table, bowed his head and slowly used a sumptuous breakfast. He always liked to tamper with the things of the ancients deliberately and turned them into his own fallacies. This time, he tampered with Jin Shengtan's "taking a nap twice as much as dusk" at will, and last time, he put the sage's "life, my desire, righteousness, and my desire" behind his back before doing that embarrassing thing to himself. Change it to "love, I want it, sex, and what I want. You can't have both. Those who give up love and take sex are also!" Thought of here, Murong Xuehen's face turned red, and her little hand held Ye Wudao's warm hand tightly.
Ye Hetu, who is reading a newspaper and drinking tea, is the direct cause of the degeneration of good socialist youth. This son is really shine on you and better than blue. He dares to be loquacious in front of her, in a word, strong!
"No way, what did you just say?" Yang Ningbing deserves to be the "iceberg goddess", one of the four beautiful women in D province. Even though her frown is still so charming, her perfect and free from vulgarity face is born with a cold silence, as if it were the goddess of the moon, and it was as quiet as freezing point.
As the vice mayor in charge of the economic power of a heavy city in China, Yang Ningbing has inherited her father's majestic temperament, which is the kind that she doesn't show her face. Although she won't keep a straight face at home, the momentum she inadvertently reveals still makes everyone, including Ye Wudao, feel a pressure.
"Ah, just now? Let me think! " Ye Wudao's eyes rolled around. Without an answer that satisfied his mother, he would certainly have no good fruit to eat. Genius is genius. With a frown on his face, he said very calmly, "I mean, mom, don't stay up late in the future. The book says that staying up late is a beautiful natural enemy of women! Of course, I think the eternal beauty and temperament of my mother like a diamond will not be lost! "
Ye Hetu tea KuangPen again, good boy, so disgusting words also said so righteously, it was his own son. One side of the two maids also can't laugh, Murong Xuehen let go of Ye Wudao's hand and let him wander on his legs, bringing himself a different kind of stimulation.
"Come on, you really didn't hear anything when you were a mother! Today's pocket money is gone! " Looking at his son's lovely hypocritical smile, Yang Ningbing felt a great comfort from the bottom of his heart. This is his own son, who has grown so big and will kiss up to his mother. Although he is tired of listening to others' flattery, he is so happy about his son.
Ye Wudao was depressed and ate breakfast, as if he wanted to vent his anger on these foods. It is said that spending money is like running water, and this money has not been spent yet, just like running water has slipped away under its own hands, unwilling! This is a very serious problem. How can you hook up with beautiful girls without spending money? Nowadays, everything has to talk about money, and even breaking up has a fucking loss of youth. What a world! ! !
"Eat slowly, you had been enemies with food! Eat or not, see who will like you. When you grow up, no one wants you. Don't expect your mother to find you a wife. " Looking at Ye Wudao's handsome face at this time, Yang Ningbing did Sarah laugh in her heart, but her face was very serious.
Does this little pervert have a wife? I'm afraid all men in the world will have to be single! Ye Hetu muttered humorously, don't have too many women in the future!
Murong Xuehen saw Ye Wudao, who was obviously unhappy, and whispered softly in his ear, "I'll give you my pocket money later." Before Ye Wudao was happy, Yang Ningbing, who bowed his head for dinner, said faintly, "Snow mark, don't give your pocket money to nothing!" This is tantamount to the Supreme Court sentenced Ye Wudao to death, and Ye Wudao was unable to lie in a chair and moan. Why is my life so bitter?
God, kill me with a beautiful woman as compensation! ! !